He is alone, but for the camera. A moment of calm on a Queensland backlot. The eerie quiet of Sound Stage 2, looming in the background with taupe dispassion as the Australian sun fades in the distance.
Behold: Chris Hemsworth in his element. A thunder god in repose, preparing for his Ragnarok.
There he strides, he of lustrous hair and unparalleled Australian jacked-ness, upon the pavement in his fuzzy slippers. See the fuzzy slippers, he says. Witness his delight.
His companions have not yet arrived. Not Sir Anthony Hopkins or Tom Hiddleston, the familiar members of his pantheon. No Jeff Goldblum, nor Cate Blanchett, nor Tessa Thompson, nor Karl Urban. Soon they will rally around him. But for now...
Look yonder: It is a roller coaster. See the roller coaster, he says. A humble earthly offering for Thor. The thunder god has attained what the thunder god demanded. #Rollercoastersrock.
And lo—is he without his hammer? He is indeed, for he has attained an even mightier weapon: the shake.
See the shake, he says. What might it contain? Actual strawberry-flavored whey protein? The ground-up bones of his mortal enemies? The ancestral spirit of his homeland, rendered liquid? The soul of Robert Downey Jr., encapsulated for his consumption?
We mortals may only ponder these mysteries of the gods, and await the first display of Thor: Ragnarok on November 3, 2017.
(But it's still probably strawberry-flavored whey protein.)